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Sunday, June 15th, 1986, 11:20 A.M.
Not every party that the Go-Go’s threw at their lavish estate was of the A-List variety. While it was assumed that these extravagant affairs were the more entertaining and satisfying happenings of the year, in actuality, this was not always the case. Sometimes, the less formal, casual gatherings, had a tendency to be more fun due to the nature of letting your hair down and being more relaxed.
This weekend’s bash fell right into that category.
Charlotte’s apprehension with her negligence of getting the whole thing organized was completely unwarranted. There weren’t very many people associated with the show who didn’t want to come over to the gang’s fabulous getaway and jump into a swimming pool full of champagne.
Gina was correct with her previous statement: She had already told some people. Word of mouth was all that was needed.
As a result, approximately eighty musicians, producers, writers, actors, and stagehands from the show, descended upon the magnificent mansion for a night of controlled debauchery. Friends and acquaintances rounded off that total to a more established number of 150 guests— give or take. It was an end-of-the-year explosion.
Most of the cast and crew knew that there was only one more season left of the Go-Go’s. This resulted in a lot of hugs and kisses and tears at the party from everyone associated with the production. Those that didn’t know about the show’s impending cancellation were either in the dark about it’s ending, or refused to believe that the girls would not keep it going. Eric Kronwall, one of the network’s chief executives, and one of Charlotte’s most staunch antagonists in her days as a producer and feminist naughty-girl, was also at the party, forever trying to convince her and her other Pop Tarts to sign-on for one more season. The ratings for the show were still relatively acceptable and ol’ Kronwall was just doing his job as a pitchman and figurehead.
But, Charlotte and the other four Kola-nuts were not about to budge. Everything had already been carefully calculated and there was no way they were going to deviate from their schedule.
There’s nothing like being able to schedule your life, right?
And so, the party carried on like many other Hollywood parties— People drinking, people smoking, guys propping up chicks on the vanity in the bathroom…
Except for the opulence, it wasn’t completely different from many of the parties the girls were accustomed to in their early days.
With one, glaring exception, that is—
In the old days, in places like Disgraceland, there would be a string of passed-out bodies strewn all over the place well into the next afternoon.
Those days were over.
Charlotte, in her infinite, corporate wisdom, devised a plan to keep everyone in line.
She decided that every party-guest be off the premises by 6:00 A.M.— no exceptions.
This included boyfriends and girlfriends.
It was her way of keeping ultimate control over everyone around her, and also ensured that there would be no corporate spies lingering about.
There were no personal vehicles allowed on the premises, either. Every party-guest was to be personally entered and escorted off the property by the corporate limousine service. This would also ensure that no “drinking and driving” violations would occur that could further complicate things for Charlotte and her sisters.
It also guaranteed one other hidden gem that the girls especially liked.
It allowed you to walk around the house the next day looking like shit.